San o sreći
A Dream of Happiness
Budila me moja majka,svako jutro zorimicei suzama svojim toplim,umivala moje lice.
My own mother used to wake meevery morning, at dawn's first trace,and with her own tears, so warm,she would wash my little face.
Od nepravde i od bola,cijepala joj tuga grudi,dok očuhov sinak spava,mene majka u mrak budi.
From injustice and from paingrief would cause her heart to break;while my stepfather's son slept,in the dark she'd make me wake.
Da bi moje noge bosetresle hladnu rosu s trave,oko suzom zamagljeno,gledalo gdje pasu krave.
So that my bare feet would shakethe cold dew from grassy ground,and my eye, all dimmed with tears,watch where cows grazed all around.
Dotle veći i stariji,od očuha sinak mio,u postelji toploj, mekoj,blažene je snove snio.
Meanwhile he, the older, bigger,my stepfather's darling boy,in a bed so warm and soft,dreamed his dreams of bliss and joy.
A ja malen još nejačak,daleki sam snio sanak.U mašti sam sretan bio,a na javi plaćo danak.
And I, little, weak, each daydreamed a dream of far away.In my fancies I was happy,but awake, I had to pay.
Valpovo, 1979.
Valpovo, 1979